Oh possum, how I feel your pain, how I get your predicament, and how I share your unbothered, fabulous brilliance in the face of the world burning down as you so eloquently foretold it would.
Burn it all down, I say, and fuck ’em if they can’t take the truth. As this crazy cold winter limps to its inevitable end, what was once hazy and obscure is starting to come into clarity and focus – and all that’s been hidden is revealed for a true reckoning. Our country made have given up entirely on accountability, but this blog hasn’t.
With that, I straighten my tiara, align my pearls, and watch it all unfold with a detached glee.
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